Almost all the villagers of Xiaochao Village make a living by growing low-cost medicinal herbs and selling them to Xiangwan Kingdom. There are many people who come and go to the land of smoke and miasma, which also leads to many young strong men in the village who are now bedridden, although the medicine prescribed by the doctor of Tian'en City has stopped the sores, but the symptoms of vomiting have not been reduced.

"Most of the patients in the village have controlled the spread of poison gas in their bodies, but there is still a little residual poison that has not been cleaned up. In this way, doctors, so many families in the village, each of you will go to heal. Each person who is successfully cured is registered on your exam badge. This will also be counted in your final score. When all the patients are cured, let's go to the place where the smoke miasma spreads and get rid of the smoke miasma. Yin Jinpeng said to the doctors behind him.

The physicians received the order and dispersed.

Every time Wu Xiaodian entered the house, it was only tea time to come out.

The four doctors looked at the busy doctors at the village chief's house and nodded incessantly. The village chief is actually still a little worried, after all, he went to Tian'en City to ask for help from so many big medical centers, and the doctors in the town were helpless, just these few hairy boys, could they cure the poison of miasma?

"Lord Yizun, don't you take action yourself? Now, these doctors look young, can they do it?" the old village chief asked very worriedly.

Lu Wenbo walked up to the old village chief, "Village chief, don't worry." These children, they are all the best in this year's pharmacist competition, and it is not a problem to go to the poison of miasma. If they can't solve it, it's not too late for us old guys to make another move. ”

Hearing this, the old village chief arched his hand, "Lord Yizun has said so, then I am also relieved." ”

Zhang An did not rush into the door for treatment, and before leaving, Zhang An understood the poison of this miasma. Miasma is actually caused by the high temperature of animal carcasses that no one can effectively dispose of. If it is an ordinary miasma, it can indeed be cured by taking betel nuts, but the root cause of the miasma is because of the self-explosion of the demons, so the ordinary miasma will bring the poisonous gas of the demons, and when people inhale it, they will be covered in sores and vomit. If it is not healed in time, it will rot from the inside and die in agony.

A large cauldron was set up in the center of the village, and Zhang Anzheng was constantly adding firewood to it, and the water in the pot was gradually boiling. Zhang An took out a large bag of millet and a bag of coix seeds from Napei. Poured half of the rice into the pot, Zhang An covered the pot, and waited quietly.

"Lord Yizun, then, what is that man doing? Why didn't he go to heal the sick and instead set up a pot and cook rice?" the old village chief asked puzzled as he looked at the steaming cauldron in front of Zhang An.

Yin Jinpeng stood up and explained: "Old village chief, if this person is subdivided, he should be regarded as a medicinal dietitian. Actually, this is the first time we have heard of this classification, but he is also a type of physician. As for what he was going to do, the old village chief took a closer look, and there was no need to worry. ”

Huang Chongge also hurriedly cured several patients, he had never seen such a disgusting scene in his life, how could he vomit the whole room with a sour smell. Huang Chongge healed the patients in this house and hurried out into the street to breathe in the fresh air.

Turning his head, Zhang An was cooking rice on the street, walked to the side and sneered: "Yo, Doctor Zhang is not going to save people, what about cooking here? Do you think that you can't save the patient, so you have to cook a good meal and wait for everyone." Yes, you did your part. ”

Zhang An didn't pay attention to Huang Chongge, opened the lid of the pot and saw that the millet was almost boiled into porridge, and quickly poured the bag of coix seeds into the pot and stirred, until it was evenly mixed, Zhang An took out a few knuckle-sized five-petal white flowers from Napei.

The essence of the small flower is extracted with true qi and mixed into the boiled porridge, which is immediately fragrant.

Huang Chongge leaned closer, sniffed, and then said disdainfully: "Hey, fancy style!"

Yin Qi also healed a lot of people, looking at Zhang An around a cauldron, constantly stirring, hurriedly ran over and asked: "Uncle Shi, what are you doing? Why do you still have the leisure to make porridge! This is the finals, you don't want Qi Fu Tongtiangen?"

Zhang An smiled, his hands still stirring, "Qi Fu and Tiangen are important, but how to save people has to be at the forefront." The white barley porridge I boiled here is for detoxification. A bowl down, immediate effect. ”

"Do you want to be so amazing? Since Uncle Shi has his own plans, then I'll go to the next house to have a look. Yin Qi ran away in disbelief.

In a few moments, the aroma filled the entire street.

Zhang An took out bowls of fragrant white flower barley porridge and sent it to every household.

When the last bowl was finished, Zhang An was so tired that he lay directly on the ground, regardless of the dust staining his face.

The old village chief was anxious again, and pulled Yin Jinpeng and asked, "Lord Yizun, when will drinking porridge detoxify? Isn't this future life joking with the life in our village?"

Yin Jinpeng patted the village chief's hand lightly, and hurriedly said: "Don't misunderstand, the old village chief, the so-called medicinal dietitian is to supplement the ingredients with medicinal materials, which is not only more palatable, but also has the same medicinal effect. You see. ”

The old village chief looked in the direction that Yin Jinpeng was pointing, and many villagers had already gathered around Zhang An, who was lying on the ground. The old village chief exclaimed, "Lord Yizun, hurry, go and have a look." You can't let the villagers beat this afterlife to death, no matter how you say it, this afterlife also wants to save people. ”

Yin Jinpeng smiled, but he also followed the old village chief's intentions and helped him walk towards the crowd.

Zhang An sat cross-legged on the ground, "Everyone, I'm really sorry, I really didn't expect that there were so many poisoned people in our village, and I brought so many coix seeds, I really couldn't boil the second pot." There are so many doctors here, and they also have a way to stop vomiting and eradicate the residual poison in the body. If I can't, I can heal them the way, but it's just slower. ”

"What's going on, what's going on. Zhang An, are you kid causing trouble for me again?" Yin Jinpeng pretended to be angry, pushed aside the crowd, and walked in with the old village chief.

Zhang An hurriedly patted his buttocks, stood up and arched his hand: "Back to Yin Yizun, the kid didn't cause trouble, yes..."

"Hey, what's the trouble in this afterlife? The village woman on the side slapped Zhang An's arched hand, and said anxiously: "This posterior medicine is brilliant, it was just a bowl of porridge, and my old man immediately stopped vomiting, and now he is lying down, and the sores on his body, my eyes are looking at it little by little." ”

"Yes, yes, so is the one in our family. No, the effect is so fast, let's ask if there is any porridge, let's prepare some to stay at home, this bowl will go down so quickly, if you drink another bowl, you will definitely be able to go to the ground. ”

The village women praised the bowl of porridge sent by Zhang An.

When Zhang An heard them say this, he hurriedly stopped: "Aunts and aunts, I have said it, one bowl is enough, and when they wake up from sleep, they will be able to go to the ground." If you drink too much of this thing, it won't necessarily be good for your body. Besides, it's really gone, I don't believe you can see for yourself, the last drop in the pot has been scraped away for you. ”

The old village chief looked into the pot, and it was really all traces scraped with a bowl, his cloudy old eyes widened, and he said in surprise: "This, this, this..."